(Author's POV)
He stopped just behind her.
"Good?" he said, close to her ear.
She startled slightly. "The wine? Yeah, actually. It's-"
He took the glass from her hand, set it on the pool's edge, and kissed her.
His hands found her waist beneath the water, warm against the cool, and pulled her back against him. She felt the contrast sharply - the chill of the pool, the heat of him. The wine was still on her tongue. The sunset was still burning at the edges of her vision.
The pink strap slipped off her shoulder.
She stopped thinking about Liam's box. She stopped thinking about the letters, and the cold silence of the past four days, and everything she hadn't known how to say.
She turned in his arms instead.
(Aurora's POV)
It was well past midnight when I finally stopped wondering w
